PC gone mad No.94

For our grand Saturday farewell extravaganza for the Irish, Mrs. Lear dispatched me to the local fish shop to acquire that most Scottish of starters, smoked salmon.
I duly purchased the required item, all beautifully sliced and vacuum packed.
The label had the following allergy advice: May contain fish.
I sincerely hope so....

STRIKE! PICKET! HYDRATE!

Driving through town just now I came across a couple of demonstrations by Glasgow City employees ( it's Friday after all and the weather's most pleasant).
They were picketing the building that houses the planning department and the City assessors ( I'm with them all the way on this one).
What amused me was that, though the picketers were clearly sons of the soil,grimy shipyard salt of the earth.. no hang about, that's not true they sit behind computers and answer phones saying the computer system's down...anyway, there they were ready for a siege.
They had their thermos flasks of Lattes, their wraps for lunch... and dozens of bottles of mineral water. Not even in plastic bottles - in GLASS bottles.
Not like when I was a flying picket.....
Update:
It seems there was a bit of a do because the Police said they couldn't have the glass bottles - elfnsafety dontcha know....
PS
The youngest Ms. Lear has pointed out I am a Capitalist Pig and was never a flying picket. She is quite correct. I took the bus....